A bit delayed getting this posted, but better late than never. During 1st rifle season in CO, I got my 1st elk! It was opening day, and we continued working our way through some dark timber after sitting down for lunch. We both saw some brown about the same time. I braced myself against the nearest tree, looking and hoping for a shot opportunity. My Dad was a couple feet back and to my left. From his viewpoint, he saw a cow walk across a small break in the trees about 50 yards away. I reposition on the other side of the tree, and now I had a shooting lane. He could see the elk coming across the opening before me, so he was whispering what was coming next. I tried to tell him that if he had a shot on a bull, he needed to take it. However, being the stubborn Dad that he is, he insisted that I take the shot, despite the fact he hasn't got an elk in many years. When a bull crossed the shooting lane, I pulled the trigger.
We were able to get the elk gutted and skinned. The next day, we were able to get everything cut up and hauled out. It was amazing how much work it is to cut up and haul out an elk. I have read over and over how much work it is, but I really didn't appreciate how true that is until doing it.
It was an amazing experience, and I am glad that I was able to share it with my Dad! We have spent the last ~5 years discussing, strategizing and dreaming about getting an elk in that area. For it to finally come together like it did was incredible!